Name: Chris Ages: 8, 14, 15 Current Age: 15 Live the Dreams By Chris 1994: ----------------------------------------------------------------------- That year was my little sisters Birth ANYWAY I didn't like her I don't remember what things I did to her but my relatives say I did terrible things to her. Okay, about the diapers part. 1996: ----------------------------------------------------------------------- My little sister was two years of age {aka still in diapers}. I was wandering in her room and I Looked in to her dresser and I saw. PAMPERS or Luvs I'm not sure anyway I wish I knew. I was thinking about taking one then I thought to myself, “That’s stupid; who would wear DIAPERS?” and I said I would, and took one. I rushed to my room without my parents knowing then hid it under my bed to wear it overnight. I'm glad to know people other than me like to wear diapers at that time I thought I did. Later I forgot that I hid the diaper under my bed and it gets worse. My mother CLEANED my room—yeah, you heard me-- CLEANED MY ROOM. Don't think she didn't look under the bed, because she did! Then I got busted. My mom spanked me because I did it. I was lucky she didn't make me wear them but today I wish she did and after that I never thought about wearing a diaper again until a few years later. 1999: ----------------------------------------------------------------------- Have I mentioned when I was 2 cycles or years my REAL parents divorced? Oh wait a second, I didn't. Well, they divorced and got remarried again, both of them. I lived with my mom in the school year and lived with my dad in the summer. It was summer and I had to stay at a babysitter’s house and we only played in the basement and have naptime there. We don't like naptime so we fooled around down there. We even put on the toddlers’ diapers. They could barely fit me, not fully because I'm fat and a chunky monkey, but I'm not really fat, just normal, and I am trying to drop it. 2004: ----------------------------------------------------------------------- I have not told you this but my real dad had seizures found back in 1991. They shot it with radiation and never came back-- or did it? That year it came back and it was worse. We couldn't use the radiation again or it would erase some of my dad’s memories. We used chemotherapy. It didn't work-- then the bad stuff, surgery. After it my dad could not move so he got the usual. October 4th the most horrible thing in the month happened, even though it was not yet Halloween: MY FATHER WAS DEAD! I got the word about it. The disadvantage of him being dead was that everyone was sad. The advantage was that I got to leave school for a week to be at my dad's funeral. While I was with my stepmom I was doing chores for her. Then I saw diapers. They weren't ordinary diapers. They were adult diapers. They must have been for my dad-- duh! I took one of them to my room and no I didn't forget it. I wore it. It felt good then I thought of it as my dad's last gift to me. 2005 to now: ----------------------------------------------------------------------- My older sister can drive now and the first thing that came to my mind was diapers. I get 20 dollars in cash every two weeks, I asked my sister to take me to Albertsons. She didn't come in but I did and bought diapers. Later that night I wore them. I was able to sneak three packages into my house. Later when I was wearing them they didn't seem worthy enough for my pleasure. Then I dreamed of going beyond that. I wished to restart my life with all my brain knowledge now and get myself in diaper punishment to wear thick, multiple disposable Huggies or Pampers, day and night ,show to all except in public. Now that’s what I call a most desired wish. Then one night I had a nightmare, and if you hate nightmares skip this part. I dreamed that my older sister had friends over and one them saw me wear diapers and said, “Hey, wear are you?” I peeked from the bathroom door and tried to close the door, but they pushed it open and saw me in my diapers. One of them said, “gross!” and my sister came in and said she was going to tell everyone in school. I begged her not to tell but she wouldn't listen. Then I awakened and said to myself, “I'm glad it's a dream, but is it a warning?” Conclusion: ----------------------------------------------------------------------- I look up diapers on the internet and found deeker.com and I want to say thank you for letting me express my thoughts and to learn I'm not the only one. -----------------------------------------------------------------------